there's something about that
hollow quiet in the night
that bite of air
beneath the clouded moon:
something like calm words,
falling through the gaps
between stained teeth
something like a dull thud,
a stumbling fawn
bruised by a wheel.
something about that
clinging crowding darkness
a sweet invitation:
prey on us sinners,
at the hour of our death.
pick up the slack and
pick up that slack-jawed shadow of yours
dragging on wet pavement under your soles
and hurry it along, we ain't got all day here
flex your white-boned fingers and
taut knuckles and pluck the soul from
its coffin in your slick throat
the sun has better places to be than in your sky.
if i could walk
these sterling hooves along your chest
and press down, hard,
white peonies would bloom from your windpipe
petals folding over peeled lips,
floral rabies, a disease of botany.
and if you could wrap
your flaxen arms around my ribs,
champagne limbs melting silver,
a garden would burst from my mouth.
i wonder if any of you would still be interested if i tried to publish a little poetry chapbook? featuring some new content and old poems that i've long hidden from this site (because they were being stolen and plagiarized left and right)
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I just wanted to let you all know that there's a reason for my lack of posting recently on deviantArt. I am trying to move away from dA to focus more on my own website. I just learned how to use Dreamweaver, a web design program, and hope to begin working on my site over winter break. I will post photography, art, things to buy (probably) and maybe some writing there. I'm just trying to move away from dA because I feel like it's slowly becoming a less and less serious art site and more of an 'art myspace' as well as a place to pass off nude photographs with explicit poses as 'artistic nudes'. I'm not abandoning it entirely - you guys have bee